21/11/2025
The ancient ones knew…
When a baby was born, care didn’t stop at the child.
A woman — a new mother — was cared for too.
She moved into her mother’s house, surrounded by hands that helped, voices that reassured, hearts that held her steady.
Because they understood a truth we have forgotten:
When a baby is born, a mother is born too.
And she also needs to be nurtured.
Today, we shame the mother who whispers,
“I can’t take it anymore…”
as if admitting exhaustion is weakness.
As if motherhood grants immunity to fear, pain, overwhelm.
As if love alone can power a body that hasn’t slept in weeks.
We forget that behind every tiny miracle stands a woman —
bleeding, healing, learning, trembling…
and trying her best.
A mother is not magic.
She is not made of steel.
She is human — with needs, tears, and limits.
So before you rush to admire the baby,
go see the mother.
Before you bring another toy or outfit,
bring support — real support.
Don’t just bring coffee — bring care.
Say:
“Hand me the baby. Go take a shower.”
“Rest — I’ll do the dishes.”
“What can I take off your shoulders today?”
Then do it.
Quietly. Lovingly. Without asking for credit.
Mothers don’t need pedestals.
They need community.
They need empathy.
They need other women who wrap them in understanding instead of expectation.
More softness.
More support.
More humanity.
Because when we take care of the mother…
we take care of the world she is raising. 🌿
